Currently right this minute i should be tidying my room. But like everyone else i like to procrastinate, luckily for me i now have a blog to procrastinate with. Usually i would eat out of boredom, so because i cannot eat as i am on a diet i thought i would write about eating.
Now i am not fat, obese, spotty or unhealthy therefore most would question why i am on a diet. Nor am i trying to be a skinny celeb. I just want a bikini body. Is that too much to ask?
I want to have a nice stomach that does not have fat dimples on it and a smaller waist that accentuates what little boob i do have. I want to be toned NOT skinny. Trim is the best word.
Now i am an avid gym goer. I love my sport, i love to run. So you would think i would be pretty trim. That would not be lie. I have what i think are great legs, i have some arms with recent muscle definition and i don't have back fat. Some would say i was blessed. However, with clothes off i have a whale belly. My problem is not that i do not like to exercise it is because i think because i can go to the gym i can eat what i like. Well there lies my problem so my boyfriend repeatedly tells me.
So i am on a diet. No Carbs. No Fat. Basically i am eating meat and rabbit food. See below tonights meal:
The problem is your food actually does dictate the way your body looks. If you eat too many sweets and chocolates you will get spots. If you eat lots of carrots your skin goes more orange (apparently). If you eat nothing you become nothing.
The problem is my body has become a huge contradiction. I am trying to lose flab off the stomach and become toned. But i am trying to become strong enough to do Press Ups, Sit ups, Chin ups and assault courses which is bulking me out. Whilst i am talking about getting strong i would like to mention that i can outbench two of my fellow sabbatical male officers. Not that i like to brag.) And unfortunately for the twin and myself we were born with broad shoulders so i look like Miss Trunchbull out of Matilda. Not sexy and not cool. And with it being Awards season i now cannot wear strappy dresses.
I tell you without surgery getting your idea of the perfect body needs commitment and lots of it. Not only commitment to get your bum to the gym or out for a run. But the commitment not to just go to Tesco and grab pastries and sweets. Instead you dont walk passed the fresh aisles and you run straight to the checkouts until you are tempted by anything else. Life being healthy isnt cheap. But then surgery is expensive.
So i am sucking it up. I am getting on this gym thing, i am eating clean and i will have a bikini body AND pass my army briefing. Day two into eating well and the gym, i see no improvements. However, i am a happier individual. (Although that could be the sun)
I am just thankful that i have a boyfriend who is fatter than me and my competitive streak likes me being fitter.
Just remember do not get thin, just get trim!

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